"Juno!" I heard someone call my name. I stopped walking down the crowded hallway and turned around. I saw Harry running up to me. "Hey. How about that tour?" He asked, trying to hide the fact that he was outta breath. It was cute. What did I just say? I don't know anymore. I think that's the first time I've ever thought someone was cute. I hated all the guys here. Not that I'm a lesbian, cos I'm not. Not that I have anything against them I just- nevermind I'll shut up now. Even thought I'm talking to myself. Focus, Juno!
"Right now?" I asked quietly. I stared at my feet and pushed around a wrapper by them.
"Yeah. Unless your to busy," he said quietly.
"No, but what about, um," I motioned over to his brother who's scowling at us from down the hallway.
"Damon? Who cares? Lets just go," he said. I nodded and started walking out of the doors. By now most everyone went home, so the parking lot is pretty empty.
"You probably could of chose a better person to take you on a tour. There's not much to see hear anyway," I said. He chuckled and shrugged.
"Harry!" I heard someone yell. I turned and saw Harry's brother jogging up to us. Harry loudly groaned and stopped walking.
"What the hell do you want?" Harry asked when his brother came to a stop in front of us.
"Do you remember our... conversation?" He looked from me to Harry.
"Go home," Harry snapped. I stood there awkwardly watching them. "Just go home, Damon. Stop treating me like your my big brother, because you know what? I'm five minutes older than you!"
"A whole five minutes," Damon said sarcastically and rolled his eyes. They stood there and scowled at each other for a few good moments. I took that time to study their features. The were identical, but they still had there differences.
Damon's face was always hard and cold along with his eyes. His presence alone was intimidating, but thinking about what he's capable of when you piss him off gave me shivers. Damon held his head high, kind of giving him a cocky look.
Harry, on the other hand, his face is soft and warm, his eyes inviting. Not right now while he's looking at his brother, but when he looks at me. Harry seemed like the shy type, who keeps to himself. But I don't know him well enough to accurately judge him. He kept his head down, giving him a mysterious look.
These differences is how I could tell the brothers apart. They may be identical, but they are so different.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by Harry gently tugging my hand. I snapped my head up to look at him. I glanced around and saw Damon was long gone. I blushed and walked towards the sidewalk, embarrassed I had been staring at them. I was very aware Harry's hand was still wrapped tightly around mine.
I cleared my throat, gaining Harry's attention, and glanced down at our hands. "Sorry," he mumbled and shoved his hands in his pocket.
As we made our way further into town, I began pointing things out and telling their names. Harry mostly kept his gaze down, a weird look on his voice. When he wasn't looking down, he looked around nervously.
"I'm sorry if this is boring to you," I mumbled quietly, looking away.
"No, no! Sorry I just feel a bit off today," he said quickly. I nodded and gave a small sympathetic nod. We continued our tour and Harry was a lot more relaxed and focused. I found myself enjoying his company. I started to come out of my shell and talk more and more. I'm very shy, so even that's extremely difficult for me.
That was until someone yanked on my jacket and pulled me into a dark alley.
